Everyone feels sad sometimes

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It feels odd to write down, but it’s so true.  Everyone feels sad sometimes.  I don’t know why I imagine that I am the only person who feels the way I do when I go through rough patches in life.  Sometimes that sadness can seem engulfing and the scariest thing in the world to do is to address what I’m feeling.  The bible says that there is a time for weeping and a time for rejoicing.  But all I want to do is rejoice!

I’m sure that there are lots of people who feel the same way that I do.  I don’t want whatever situation I’m going through to burden others.  I don’t want other people to know that I’m experiencing pain.  And I imagine that everyone really is exactly the way they appear to be on the surface.  But nothing could be farther from the truth.

Absolutely everyone we meet in life is facing his or her own battle.  And this is all the more reason to love and to love like never before.

My mother was the first person to make me realize this.  She told me to be kindest to the people who seemed the meanest.  Because when you stopped and took time to get to know them, it’s like peeling an onion!  There are layers and layers underneath and everyone has a reason for being the way that they are.

In particular she told me there was a woman who she saw daily who seemed to hate her.  It’s so hard to love those who hate us.  The bible can vouch for this fact.  But she told me that when she learned of the pain this woman experienced in her life, she suddenly understood the bitterness.  She understood it instantly.  And her love for this woman was not in vain, now they’re actually really great friends!

The perfect biblical model for this kind of compassion is embodied in the life of Jesus.  He looked at the defects and the outcasts of the world and somehow he chose to love them.  I guess he saw us in a way that we cannot even see ourselves.  It’s funny because sometimes it’s not even people who are putting these labels and ideas on us.  We do it to ourselves.

If there is anyone like me, who is reading this, please know that you’re not alone.  Sometimes I feel so sad tears feel like tiny needles shooting from my eyeballs.  Or so angry that my veins will burst!  Or even so happy and loved that I imagine my happiness is contagious.  We are not our emotions or our temporary feelings.  Feelings change.  And we are never ever really alone, never at all.

Day 4: Your parents

(Photo credits: Manmadham Kesavan)

See those lovely faces up there?  Well those are my parents.  And today I will be telling all of you about the two most important people in my life.  I’m so tempted to also include my brother because I feel like he deserves a post, but unfortunately he’s my brother so I will not talk about him, at least for today.

Lets start off with my dad.  I’m a little upset that no one thinks I look like him, except for my nose.  I’ve always felt like my parents are very good looking people!  My dad is the lenient one, it’s almost as if my mom is the ying and my dad is the yang.  I’ve always been envious of the fact that my dad seems to be the one person I know who doesn’t care about what other people think about him.  He really doesn’t.  And I’ve always cared so much that it’s always bewildered me.  My dad is an engineer and I’ve always loved the fact that he’s not the type to brag.  I remember finding out he had an incredible memory and being really surprised.  And when I tried asking him about it, he denied it.  When I was younger I thought my dad was superman and that no problem was too big to solve.  If there’s one thing I know for sure about my dad is that I am one of the people he loves most in the entire world.  I am certain of it.  I love the fact that he can be silly but he can also be serious.

Now unto my mom.  My mom is a phenomenal human being and I mean this with the utmost sincerity.  She’s the type of person who if she only had a piece of bread to live on, she would give that piece to the person next to her.  My mom is my best friend and in many ways she’s a role model to me.  I aspire to one day do the things my mother was able to do and with just as much poise and charisma.  She encourages me to be more and want more every day of my life.  And showed me that I am far more capable than the limitations I put upon myself.  My mother is a nurse manager and the only person I know who can gracefully function on 3 hours of sleep.  She loves to garden, even if she’s not that great at it, and have a spectacular niche with making food.   My dad is lenient, but my mother is strict.  I remember forgetting to call her one day when I was at my dorm only to find 10 missed calls, voicemails and then texts from my brother.  Over the course of 24 hours, she thought I died.   Needless that was the last time I forgot to call my mom.

I love my parents for so many reasons and I find myself so grateful for having them in my life.  Whenever I really needed something, they have always been able to provide for me and more.  They graced me with amazing genes too!  (I’m just joking…or am I?)